it's 2am and i took 17 shots of vodka trying to forget your name
but the only name i forgot was mine. and sober —
She’s exhausted. The whole ordeal with Korbin and trying to keep him together when in reality she’d probably dealt far more damage than she had meant to in order to get him to stay. And that yawning void the raven had spurred in her aches raw and painful as she slips from her room, searching for the bar and something that can drown it out. She hasn’t even had time to process Weaver yet, too focused on dealing with Korbin and trying to keep him out of harm (though it won’t work, not in the future, no). Instead, all she has is a mission on her mind to drink and hopefully forget.
Her clothes are a bit askew, part of the furs missing from where she’d left them with Korbin to try and give him some sort of comfort, letting her eyes wander to the drinks behind the bar and how many of them had been Weaver’s creation, and the ache grows further. But her eyes continue to wander, continue to slip to the patrons, until finally she lands on him.
There’s no words for what she wants to say, for how she feels, for the exhaustion that lingers in her with one crisis after another. And so she heads straight for him, unsure if he sees her or not, but managing to slip up behind him regardless, an arm reaching out to tether herself to him, to force her way into his space, arms wrapping around him from behind as she rests her cheek on his shoulder and breathes him in. Chuy... She trails off, with nothing else to add or say, simply at a loss.
Her clothes are a bit askew, part of the furs missing from where she’d left them with Korbin to try and give him some sort of comfort, letting her eyes wander to the drinks behind the bar and how many of them had been Weaver’s creation, and the ache grows further. But her eyes continue to wander, continue to slip to the patrons, until finally she lands on him.
There’s no words for what she wants to say, for how she feels, for the exhaustion that lingers in her with one crisis after another. And so she heads straight for him, unsure if he sees her or not, but managing to slip up behind him regardless, an arm reaching out to tether herself to him, to force her way into his space, arms wrapping around him from behind as she rests her cheek on his shoulder and breathes him in. Chuy... She trails off, with nothing else to add or say, simply at a loss.
— or drunk, you're the only thing on my mind
KIADA
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Feel free to use magic/force on Kiada, without killing her <3
